clenched his jaw.
“I know how to do my job.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.”
“Then go back to your floor.”
Lupita’s expression shifted slightly.
Not with fear.
With self-control.
I recognized it immediately.
It was the same restraint I was exercising.
“The executive bookings sometimes don’t transfer into the main search correctly,” she said. “It happened last month.”
Karl rolled his eyes.
“Lupita, this isn’t housekeeping.”
“No,” she replied. “But a tired mother holding a sleeping child is standing in our lobby asking for help. That makes it everyone’s
